On the dot of eleven, we gathered in the cramped conference room in the far corner of our floor. I cast my eyes in all directions. There was stress in the air, and a few people's expressions reflected it. A few minutes after eleven, Tormodstrode into the room and sat down in an open chair.

To begin, he addressed the elephant in the room: "I know everyone's wondering whether you are being laid off." His voice had a beautiful drawl that made me think of Oren. Oh, no. As much as I tried, I couldn't focus on what was being said at the meeting. It's not that. Relax.”

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